My First Half of Life (18)

Chapter Eighteen " 　　Alright

, you two, stop looking like you're going through a life-or-death separation. We'll bring you over once things stabilize outside
. Mom wants to stay with you, but your father and brother need someone to take care of them too. Your
main task right now is to study. Mom promises you, our family will be reunited soon."

Seeing my sister and me looking so downcast, Mom came over to comfort us.

My sister and I still looked quite resentful, but we both told Mom at the same time that we
understood .

Even when it was time to leave, my sister didn't cheer up. Mom and I saw her off to the bus at the village entrance.
Thinking this departure might mean not seeing Mom and me for a long time, my sister cried as she got on the bus. Seeing
her cry made me even more depressed.

Back home with Mom, I lay on the kang (heated brick bed) in a daze. I've rarely lived away from home since I was little, and I've even slept at my grandfather's house
less often. Suddenly going to my aunt's house felt very strange. Although my aunt really liked me, maybe it was because I felt safe in
a familiar environment.

Mom sat down next to me, trying to think of something to break the somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

"Later, let's call your dad together. He was really worried about you when he called last time
," Mom said after thinking for a while.

She was trying to appeal to my emotions, but I missed my dad too, so I just nodded in agreement.

"Mom..." I sat down next to Mom, took her hand, and shook it playfully.

"Stop! It's settled then, going to your aunt's house. Also, you have to study even harder when you get there.
Let's try not to repeat a grade, okay? We can get into a prestigious university and make your mom proud." Before I could finish,
Mom decisively rejected me... "Hmph, are you planning to take advantage of me and not take responsibility?"
I to playfully tease her, acting like a spoiled little wife.

"You brat, how do you think your 'Mom' will take responsibility for you?" Mom was
both amused and exasperated, emphasizing the word "Mom. "

"Hehe..." I chuckled dryly.

"Alright, think carefully about what you need these next few days, and I'll get it all for you while I'm here.
Now let's call your dad." With that, Mom pulled me out the door.

After Mom dialed the number, my brother answered; Dad wasn't there. Mom hadn't even finished a few words with my brother
on speakerphone when I complained into the phone, "Brother, Mom said you two can't take care of yourselves there and are going to abandon me and my sister again!"
Mom chuckled.

"Haha, just tell Mom not to worry about us. Dad got gastroenteritis from eating something bad a few days ago and has been on IV
drips for several days. He's still full of energy and very resilient." "How about you? You're
on leave from school now, right? We'll come over with Mom once you're better, but your sister's probably crying there by herself." "

My brother's signature laugh was still as hearty as ever. Hearing from him that Dad was sick, Mom became a little anxious and
quickly asked, 'How are you now? Are you better? You two always eat out, you should find cleaner restaurants. Don't be so lazy,
it's better to walk a little further. Those restaurants around here don't look very hygienic to me…'

'I'm better now, don't worry. It wasn't that serious, I was exaggerating a bit…
Just take good care of Erni and San'er at home. Who will take care of them if you come back?' Hearing Mom about to start lecturing, my brother
quickly changed the subject.

'By the way, your aunt came today. She wants San'er to go to her place. Your aunt is a teacher, she can tutor him
, and she's always doted on San'er the most, I feel at ease leaving him there.'

'Brother, could you help me persuade her? I've already taken a leave of absence. A year later is fine… I also
want to visit you guys.' She pleaded with her brother on the phone."

"Just stay here with your aunt and continue your studies, it's fine. I'll pick you up during the holidays. I have to go now,
I have some things to take care of." I heard a woman call out to her brother on the
phone hung up.

I bought some things at the convenience store and went home with my mother. I was thinking of packing my things,
but my aunt said before she left that her family had everything except me... so I just found some
clothes to change into, and then we felt a bit bored. We

randomly picked a movie and sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) to kill time. After watching for more than ten minutes, we got
bored and started chatting. We stopped watching the movie and just left the background music playing.

"Mom, why hasn't my aunt had any children?" When we talked about my aunt, it was quite strange in the countryside that she
hadn't had . I hadn't paid attention to this before,
but I became curious when my aunt and her family came today.

"Sigh, speaking of which, your aunt has had a tough life. She was pregnant with twins, just like you
. But then something happened, and she miscarried. She hasn't been able to conceive since. You mustn't upset
her when you go." Mom seemed lost in thought as she spoke of her aunt.

"When I was pregnant with you two, I almost lost the chance to save you. Thankfully, God took pity on me… You mustn't upset me
either , okay? I almost lost my life to give birth to you." Mom
gently stroked my head.

"Oh, so I survived so many hardships! Mom, you have to be good to me from now on,
it wasn't . Hahaha." I winked at Mom and made a joke.

"…" Mom rolled her eyes at me, speechless. But her eyes were still full of smiles.
Later, Mom talked to me about my aunt. My aunt loved reading as a child and had excellent grades.
Her family was very poor back then, but my grandparents and father persevered and insisted that she
go to university. (Back then, in the countryside, a high school education was considered quite advanced.) My aunt
went to a teachers' college, where she fell in love with my current uncle and they got married after graduation.

After marriage, my aunt went to teach at the middle school in their town, and my uncle also went to the same school. However, a few years
later my uncle was transferred to work at the county government. It's said that my aunt could have gone there too, but she
didn't because she preferred teaching.

These past few years, my uncle has been doing well at his unit, and it seems he's about to be promoted. I was saying that
my uncle ; it turns out he's about to have a career in government! My mother said that when my aunt was little, before she got married...
She played with me every day. Later, my aunt wanted me to stay and sleep at my grandfather's house, but I made a huge fuss in the middle of the night, so
she had to send me back. She said I kept wanting to touch her breasts, complaining that they were too small… My aunt even
cried because of me.

"Your aunt even came to me crying later, saying you made her feel inferior… asking me how to grow up…
hahaha." My mother laughed heartily, her chest heaving, which
mesmerized.

I didn't really remember this, but my aunt has always been incredibly thin, as far back as I can remember. Even after
she got married , she didn't gain weight; her calves were probably only as thick as my arms… My grandfather always joked that
my aunt read too many books as a child, all the nutrients went to her brain, leaving her malnourished.

"Yeah, my aunt is really too thin. I have to persuade her to eat more; she doesn't look feminine at all."
I think women should be like my mother, with curves in all the right places.

"What do you know about femininity? That's called slender beauty. I'm envious," Mom said, tapping my head.

Before we knew it, evening had arrived. We discussed what to have for dinner; perhaps because we'd eaten so much at lunch,
everything seemed the same. Mom simply cooked some rice porridge and heated up some leftovers for dinner.

Lately, I'd been watching a lot of TV, and my eyes felt a bit uncomfortable. I lay on Mom's lap, and she gently
rubbed my eyes. Mom's soft hands gently massaged them; it felt so good. I even dozed off for a
little while lying on her lap. When Mom tried to put me on the kang (heated brick bed) to sleep, I woke up from my slumber.

"Get down quickly if you're awake; Mom's legs are numb," Mom said, gently patting her legs.

I don't know if it was from sleeping for a while or from Mom's massage, but my eyes felt much better. I got up and sat
next to Mom, gently tapping her numb legs, saying, "Mom, lie down and I'll massage you too. But
you should tidy up the kang (heated brick bed), so if you fall asleep, you can just go to sleep."

"Are your hands okay?" I showed Mom my left hand, indicating that one hand could do the job.
Actually, my right hand should be able to too, but it was still wrapped in gauze, making it a little inconvenient to move. Seeing my
confident stretched and smiled, saying, "Okay, it's rare to see such a filial son."

Soon, after making the bed, Mom lay down on the kang in her autumn clothes. I climbed onto the kang and went
to Mom's feet, gently kneading one of her feet. Even her toes were so small and soft. I remembered
seeing an introduction to acupoints on the soles of the feet on TV before, but I couldn't remember the specifics, so I massaged Mom's
feet .

Under my massage, or rather, rubbing, it was quite a transformation. My mother's feet were quite ticklish, and I hadn't even finished massaging
one foot when she called me to stop… "Son, this isn't a massage… haha…
if you keep massaging, my stomach will hurt from laughing. Why don't you massage my thighs instead, they're still a little numb?"

I sat between her legs and started kneading her plump thighs. "Hmm. This time it feels right,
just a little lighter." My mother enjoyed her son's massage, closing her eyes with a smile.

I also enjoyed the feel of my mother's plump body, but one hand felt a little strange. And
my right hand was a little itchy. Feeling my hand was probably better, I simply removed the gauze from my hand.
My mother, who was enjoying the massage, felt the pressure on her thighs stop, opened her eyes, and saw me removing the gauze. Suddenly
, she sat up abruptly, grabbing my hand. "How could you take this off yourself!"

But I had almost finished removing it. I moved my right hand and said to my mother, "This thing made my hand a little itchy, but
I think it should be fine now. Look."

My mother held my hand and examined it carefully, finding that there really was no problem. She gently stroked
the scar on my palm and said with a touch of heartache, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it feels great. Just lie down and enjoy your son's massage." She squeezed my hands;
they felt so good.

However, my mother, still a little excited, got up and went to get a basin of hot water to wipe my hand. Finally, it was healed
. My mother gently held my hand, forgetting about the massage, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at it. Perhaps my mother, who had been worried about seeing an incomplete hand when
she took ,
was finally at ease.

Seeing my mother's happy expression, I pulled my hand away from her grasp and pushed her back down to lie down. "Now
you can relax and enjoy your son's massage." Mom, now lying down again, smiled as I sat
between her legs, diligently massaging them. When I pressed near her groin, she nervously gripped the sheets
; it was a sensitive area. Looking down at her prominent mons pubis,
so close I could almost touch it, I hesitated. But touching her genitals directly felt against my original
intentions. So I didn't. Instead, I gently squeezed her waist along the edge of her mons pubis and said, "Okay, turn
over, let me massage your back."

Mom gently shifted her legs, her eyes closed, her face flushed, and said nothing.

Seeing that I hadn't violated her, Mom sighed and turned over, seemingly lost in thought. I moved and
straddled her firm, fleshy buttocks. They were soft, and I even wiggled my hips a little—it felt so
good.

"You little rascal, do you think Mom is a stool? Sit down gently..." Mom said, her expression unreadable
, and she gently shifted her bottom as I sat on it. I chuckled and continued to serve Mom.
I started gently massaging her shoulders, my technique quite clumsy, but Mom seemed to be enjoying it.

"Mom, did Dad massage you?" I doubted it; Dad didn't seem like the
type to do this.

"No, only my precious son knows how to care for his mother. Good son, stop massaging if you're tired,
you feel much better now." Mom smiled and said. "It's okay,

I have to make sure Mom feels comfortable the first time I'm serving her." Saying this, I
massaged even more vigorously, and Mom would give directions like "lighter," "stronger," "left," "right." Occasionally, she would
let out a moan, the kind of moaning only Mom makes during sex. I deliberately avoided massaging
the sides of Mom's breasts, really just wanting to give her a proper massage, afraid I might lose control.

After massaging her back, Mom massaged her arms and head as well. Finally, perhaps because the massage had been going on for so long, she started talking...
I was a little out of breath. After the massage, Mom seemed much better. She wiped
the sweat from my forehead and gently kissed it, saying, "That felt so good. Take off your clothes and get into bed, don't
scare yourself with all that sweat."

She then pulled me into bed—yes, I was in the same bed as Mom.

"Why are you being so well-behaved today?" Mom asked with a smile. Of course, I knew she was referring to why I hadn't taken advantage of her
earlier . I'd noticed that Mom only touched on certain topics at night,
and I always consciously maintained a warm, mother-son relationship. Of course, I always went along with her.

"I just thought you were tired and wanted to give you a massage," I said, turning to face Mom and reaching out
to touch her breast. I used the same massage technique to knead her breast, and through her undershirt, I could feel
her nipples were already hard. Perhaps she had been aroused during the massage. Mom shifted
her body slightly to make the massage easier for me.

"So now, is it a massage or just touching? You little rascal."

"Of course it's a massage, hehe. Does Mom like it?" I pinched Mom's nipples slightly with my index finger and thumb
, and the stimulation made her open her mouth and let out a soft moan. I moved my arm to signal
Mom to come on top of me, and she obediently climbed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around Mom's back and
hugged her tightly, squeezing her full breasts between us. My

penis, which was already hard as iron while I was massaging Mom's back, was also pressing against Mom's genitals. Because
it was between Mom's private parts and the bone, Mom reached up and smoothed it away from that uncomfortable spot.
Now it should be right in front of Mom's vagina.

"Son, we're committing incest. It's not good," Mom whispered in my ear, and
I could feel her heartbeat through her breasts. I slid one hand down to my mother's buttocks and gently kneaded it, while the other stroked
her hair. I said to her, "Mom helped me pee. This doesn't count."

"Hmm...yes. I helped my son pee. So, son, where do you want to pee?" My mother's buttocks wiggled,
rubbing her vulva against my penis through her clothes. I moved my hand to the edge of my mother's long underwear,
gently pushing down on the edge of the clothes. My mother lifted her buttocks and cooperated by pulling down her clothes.

"I want to pee inside Mom's body," I whispered into her ear.

"Hmm, pee then. My good son..." As she spoke, my mother also reached down to my buttocks and helped me pull down
my underwear . Just like that, our genitals met naked.

"Come on, the opening is here, pee...shh...shh...shh..." My mother blew the sound of peeing and guided my
penis to the entrance of her vulva. She gently pressed down on her buttocks, and my penis entered my mother's
body.

"Ah...ah...son...pee...pee in Mommy's pussy..." Mom knelt on
top of me, her legs bent, moving her body up and down, manipulating the penis inside her. Lying down, watching
Mom's movements on top of me, I sat up, reached up and pulled up Mom's shirt, slipping inside.

There was a ripping sound; perhaps Mom's movements were too vigorous, and her undershirt tore from our weight. In
the throes of pleasure, Mom didn't bother checking her clothes; she simply pulled them off. Wrapping my arms around Mom's waist, I leaned back slightly to allow my penis to penetrate deeper. Mom also raised her legs, encircling me and twisting them vigorously. She let out a series of ecstatic moans . "Son, if you don't pee, you're fucking Mommy... Hurry up and pee... Don't fuck Mommy... Mommy can't take it ... Hurry... Ah... I'm going to fly... I'm going to fly..." I don't know if it was because it was the first time she was being fucked so openly with me, or if this position made her orgasm faster, but I felt like Mommy was about to climax . I held Mommy down hard so she couldn't move, and Mommy, on the verge of orgasm, twisted her body and resisted. "Ah... Bad... Son... Let Mommy... want to... Ah... Ah..." I especially loved seeing Mommy on the verge of orgasm, frantically begging to be fucked. So lewd, so beautiful. "No, if you want to, you're fucking Mommy, aren't you? You're helping your son pee." Saying that, I let go of Mommy 's hands. Freed from her restraints, Mom writhed wildly, finally reaching her climax. She threw her head back and moaned, "Ah...ah...fuck me...I like it...son...fuck Mom...ah...ah...fuck me and then pee...it feels so good..." Holding Mom's neck, I pulled her head closer and kissed her lips. Tasting her fragrant lips, my tongue swirled inside her mouth. Mom's tongue responded in return, intertwining with mine...until she was almost suffocating, I released her head. "Son... come...come...fuck...fuck me..." Mom, also oxygen-deprived, gasped . "Mom, I want to see your pussy..." I helped Mom lie down, thinking about her vagina, but before I could examine it closely, I turned on the light and said to her. "No...don't let...you see..." Mom said, covering her eyes, but still opening her vagina to . I brought my head close to her vulva. Unlike my sister, my mother's vulva wasn't pink and delicate; hers was much prettier and more refined. There wasn't much pubic hair on either side of her vulva; hers was mostly concentrated at the top, quite thick, while the sides were sparse. Had it been rubbed off from too much sex? Also, my mother's labia were much larger than my sister's. My sister's labia only showed a tiny edge, while my mother 's protruded, like little wings I'd seen in movies. Her labia were stuck together by her fluids, obscuring the opening. I gently touched her labia with trembling fingers, letting them lie flat on either side of her vulva. My touch made my already tense mother tremble. The opening, which had just been stretched open by my penis, slightly opened and closed, revealing the tender red flesh inside wriggling. I inserted two fingers side by side; the sensation of the foreign object inside her vagina caused her body to react. You can clearly feel the squeezing sensation from your mother's vagina. If you spread your two fingers apart slightly, you can stretch the already open vagina even wider and deeper into the wriggling tender flesh.

Gently stirring my fingers, I felt the inside of my mother's vagina. The sensation from my fingers
felt more real than the feeling Suddenly, when my fingers touched a slightly protruding spot inside her vagina,
my mother excitedly squeezed her legs together and twisted.

"Ah...it's so itchy...right there...are you done yet...come in...I want...your penis..."
My mother urged me to insert my penis quickly, as if she couldn't bear the stimulation. Seeing her reaction, I
simply placed my hand on her vulva, my thumb teasing her clitoris, while my index and middle fingers stirred around
the protrusion inside her vagina.

"Ah...ah...ah...penis...give it to me...I want your penis...big penis...fuck me...
fuck me to death...please...good son...come and fuck your mother..." Soon, my mother's body trembled, and
she groaned loudly, her words somewhat indistinct.

Streams of vaginal fluid gushed from my mother's vagina, soaking my entire hand.
After I withdrew my fingers, my mother's body was still trembling, and she groaned as if she were crying.

I brought my nose close and inhaled deeply. There was a faint, fishy smell, but it smelled pleasant, unlike
the stench of urine. I opened my mouth and enveloped my mother's entire vulva, then closed it tightly
and sucked hard.

I felt a small puddle of my mother's vaginal fluid enter my mouth, along with her labia.
I pinched her labia together and slowly pulled them apart, stretching the tender flesh by a full centimeter
. With a popping sound, the labia snapped back. I caught
the fluid and held it out to my mother.

"Mom, look, you're so wet. Did you wet the bed?" I chuckled as I asked.

"Waaah...you...you come in...Mom will give you more...ah..." Before my mother could
finish speaking , I splashed the fluid I was holding onto her breasts and began kneading and rubbing it. With
the lubrication , Mom's breasts became even more slippery. I grabbed her nipples and pulled hard upwards, but they were too slippery and would
fall back down before I could pull them up. After playing with her breasts for a while, I buried my head between Mom's legs again, my tongue
gently teasing the entrance.

Suddenly, Mom's hand pressed down, forcefully pressing my head against her vulva while she thrust her
hips forward, her tongue probing inside. The vaginal fluids flowing continuously from Mom's vagina
were swallowed several times along with her saliva.

Mom broke down crying, repeatedly shouting for a cock to fuck her, until I felt
like I was about suffocate. Then I lifted my head, a mouthful of vaginal fluid in my mouth, and lay on top of Mom, kissing her
on the lips. As Mom opened her mouth to respond, I spat the vaginal fluid into her mouth. In her dazed state, Mom
swallowed it all, mistaking it for my saliva, and guided my cock to her vulva with one hand. She lifted her legs and hooked
them around my thighs, thrusting her hips forcefully while making "uh uh uh" sounds.

Looking at my dazed mother, I saw she was actually crying; her expression was, how to describe it, a bit hysterical,
very wild. Perhaps sensing my lack of enthusiasm, she thrust her hips forward, rolled over with me, and
took control, frantically twisting her hips. A hissing sound came from her throat; perhaps
her force was too great, the impact even making my pubic bone hurt.

I slapped her buttocks hard, making a "slap slap slap" sound. At this moment, besides low growls, her
usual string of lewd words were gone; it seemed only the instinctive twisting of her body remained. Perhaps it was the first time my mother had been
so wild, and I felt I couldn't hold back anymore,
feeling … "Mom… stick your butt out… I want to fuck you from behind…" If I didn't change positions soon, I would be completely finished,
and I still preferred that position more. My mother, driven only by instinct, seemed oblivious to my words, continuing to
frantically move her hips.

I struggled to roll over onto her, and even beneath me, she continued to roar and thrust.
I pulled out my penis, helped her kneel down, and the emptiness within her caused her to sway her large, white buttocks incessantly. I knelt
behind her, slapping her plump buttocks
hard, creating waves of fluid, before thrusting my penis in forcefully.

One hand supported her waist for easier penetration, while the other pressed against her buttocks, my fingers exploring her
anus . Her anus was already soaked with her juices, and my fingers slid in easily, then
I tried inserting two. Watching her anus gradually widen with my fingers, I felt dizzy
and mesmerized. My mother, still crying, made it impossible to tell if she had orgasmed or was simply exhausted. Kneeling there, only weeping and trembling remained.

I felt her anus gradually adjust to the insertion of two fingers, slowly contracting and relaxing in rhythm with my penis
. I pulled out my penis and pressed down on my mother's buttocks so that the head of my penis was aligned with her anus.
My desire for anal sex was about to be fulfilled. I pulled out my fingers from inside my mother's anus and, holding my penis
, slowly moved it back and forth, pushing it deeper into her slightly open anus.

The head of my penis was already inside. Perhaps it was lubricated enough, because my mother didn't show any aversion, or perhaps she simply did
n't have the energy to care. With each deep and shallow thrust, my penis slowly went in about a third of the way. I don't know if it was because the tip of my
penis was thicker or because there was enough space inside my mother's anus, but after a third, when I pushed, it felt like
there was a suction force from inside her anus, and it went in completely with ease.

My entire penis was gripped tightly by my mother's sphincter muscles. I stopped moving and just enjoyed
the pleasure from my mother's anus. I wanted to thrust, but when I tried to pull it out, I felt a bit of resistance. I didn't dare
thrust too hard, afraid of hurting my mother. I moved gently, and my mother cooperated by slightly twisting her buttocks
. The immense pressure, combined with my excitement, made me ejaculate inside her anus.

I held my mother's buttocks and lay down on my side with her. After ejaculating, my penis remained erect
inside her anus, which was still squeezing and contracting.
I gently patted her body from behind, just like she used to lull me to sleep when I was little. Soon, my tired mother began to
breathe evenly.

Perhaps because it was my first time having such close contact with her anus, I was reluctant to pull out. I pressed myself tightly against
my mother's buttocks, feeling the peristalsis inside her rectum, and I don't know when I fell asleep. I only remember falling asleep...
The limp penis was squeezed out of Mom's anus, and semen soaked the sheets.

[To be continued]

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